My wife and I used to be, (still are), good friends with a girl that I worked with. The three of us used to go out all of the time for dinner, drinks, movies, and other fun stuff. I guess we kind of felt sorry for her being all alone. Our friend was married at the time, but her husband was never home, always gone for months at a time working with traveling Broadway shows. Anyway, they moved out of state and then got divorced when she finally realized that her husband was banging show girls all of the time while she was at home by herself waiting for him to come home.

We stayed in touch and then about a year after her divorce she asked if one of us could come out and give her a hand. She was going in for minor surgery and needed someone to drive her home after the procedure. She didn't want to impose on any of her new friends or neighbors. My wife was going to go out but couldn't get the days off. I could, so I went.

It was only going to be for a couple of days, but that quickly turned into five. The day that I brought her back from her procedure we ended up having sex. It was very intense. We did it everywhere and any way you can think of. She hadn't had any in years, telling me that even when her ex had come home from his tours he'd find some reason not to fuck her. She figured that he knew that he had some kind of STD and if he gave it to her that she would then know that he was fooling around.

I called my wife and told her that I had to stay longer because our friend had had some sort of allergic reaction to one of the medications she had been given. She believed me and told me to stay as long as I needed to. She never suspected anything. I only wish our friend didn't live so far away.